A/N: I don't own the Jonas Brothers so stop rubbing it in! haha. I wish I could possibly own Joe.

Joe took a quick look at himself. The café was a good 10 minutes drive away from their house, and he knew that five minutes was not going to be enough for him to get ready. HE ran to the shower and took a quick one, just making sure that he was able to wash through himself, the quickly dried himself off. He was out of the bathroom in three minutes, now that has to be record time. He quickly went through his clothes, he wanted to dress to impress, without looking over dressed for a meet-up. He just wanted to give the impression that he looked good, but he did not want to look too good that she would think he took the time and effort to dress well and look good for her.

He decided to wear a white button down along with dark skinny girl's jeans. He fixed his hair a bit, it was difficult to do that with so little time left, he already consumed seven minutes and he wasn't really ready to go yet. After a while, he finally gave up on his hair, thinking that he would be wearing a hat anyways. On his way out of the room, he got his shades and a cap, then ran down stairs. He fumbled for he's keys at the kitchen counter, then hurried to his car.

"I'm off!" he called at his brothers as he backed out of the driveway and hurtled into the road. Every now and then, he would look at his meter, worrying that he might already be over speeding. He was in luck, there wasn't any traffic in California's usually busy roads.

The moment he got to the square near Starbucks, he quickly looked for a parking spot. After, he whooshed out of the car, almost forgetting to wear his shades and cap. He scuffled on them, as he put them neatly onto his face. He straightened up his clothes as he walked to Starbucks. He looked around, looking for the face of the girl whom she saw on the phone, but she was nowhere. He gave his watch a quick glance. He was four minutes late, could she have gone already?

He reached for the phone to check if there were any messages and there was none. He decided to dial his number on her phone. It rang, but he was directed to his voicemail. He quickly scrambled at the keys to type a message. He thought that if he was indeed too late, maybe she was not yet that far, perhaps she could consider going back.

Hey, I just got here at

Starbucks. Did you leave

already?

He waited for her reply. It was taking too long so he decided to call his number again. He groaned when she rejected his call. A few minutes later, the phone vibrated.

I'm sorry, something came up.

Maybe we can try again next

time. How about tomorrow at

2pm? Same place.

'She has to be playing me.' he thought as he flipped the phone close then walked back to his car. He was disappointed, but at the same time, also very amused. He has never been stood up before since they started to gain popularity as a band. It was a new thing for him and he was trying to make a mental note of how it felt. He smirked then drove home.

He was greeted with Nick and Kevin's curious gaze the moment he set foot in the house. His expression was unreadable, and he could tell that Nick was dying to know if it went well.

"Back too early?" Kevin said.

"So how did it go?" Nick questioned.

Joe smiled at them, "Well, not as I hope it would, but I'm getting there."

The truth was, Joe did not know what his next move was going to be. She was difficult to predict. She was not one of the girls who swoon after them, but that only makes Joe even more interested. He sat down behind the kitchen counter after having made his brothers stop pestering him for specifics.

He dialed his number again. He waited, it rang but she was not answering it. He tried a second time, it kept ringing, and he was already about to put the phone down when she picked it up.

"Hey." He started. He has not really prepared for anything to say and up until then, he was not sure why he was calling, "So, you stood me up."

It was quiet at the other end, except for a faint crunching sound, "Uhm…yeah." she talked in between gulps, "I'm sorry…about that…"

"Are you eating or something?" he asked out of no where.

"Er—yeah?" she answered, a bit confused with the question then fell silent again. She was never quite comfortable with talking to people she did not know and the only reason he was able to talk to him in the previous phone calls was her desire to get her phone back.

"So that explains the munching sound." He chuckled, then realized how dorky that must have sounded.

"Mhm." She answered simply.

He noticed she was not really talking, which made it so difficult for him to start a conversation, "So are you sure you're finally meeting me tomorrow?" he asked in sheer desperation. He cannot think of anything else to say.

"I guess if it feels like it." she replied flatly.

"What? So you might still leave me hanging?" he said a bit too loudly than he intended.

"Leave you hanging? Ha-ha. Dramatic much?"

"Well you sort of did when you didn't come."

"You started it."

"Wow, you're not even my girl yet and we're already fighting." He did not mean to say that aloud, but it just slipped through his mouth.

"What?" she asked, trying to see if she heard it right.

"You heard me." he said trying to gain his composure. He has never felt this lame ever. There was something about her; like she have this barrier that resists his charms as he would like to call it.

"Conceited much?" she said.

"Like it much?" he replied, imitating her.

"Hey, you're not allowed to copy me."

He laughed, she sounded just like a little kid. He tried imagining the gothic girl from the picture do that and he just had to laugh, "You are being cute."

"You are being lame." she snapped, "I think I need to go."

"Wait!" he exclaimed to prevent her from hanging up. He has not yet made a good impression through out the conversation and that was not good. He had to win the bet. He had to win her heart.

"Hmm?" she replied just when she was about to hang up.

"I'm bored, do you really have to go?" he asked desperately. He wanted to slap himself for being so lame. He did not sound like Joe Jonas at all, but then how could he when she keeps sounding so bored with him? He never had that problem with other girls before.

"Yeah, I think so."

"You think so? So you don't really have to go, huh?"

"Uhm… What do you want?"

"I like a lot of things."

"I bet, but you know that's not what I meant."

"I do?"

"Unless you've been dropped on the head as a baby or just stupid."

"Ouch. But I've always though maybe some accident must have happened to me as a baby. But that only adds up to my charm " now that MUST work, it always gets girls when he tarts acting all adorable.

"That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Why you sound like a retard—no offense."

"None taken-"

"No, I meant no offense to retards."

"Oh, just when I thought we were getting somewhere, I get my shattered ego shoved to my face."

"I know, it's sad, isn't it?" she said apathetically, "Well I got to go."

He attempted to say something but she hung up right after she spoke. Joe groaned. He did not know it was going to be this difficult. 'Where does she get all that much attitude?' he thought.

Krisha was naturally like that. While she is usually reserved and quiet in her own thoughts, once she starts talking, she never fails to show her spunk. She never likes coming off as weak.

Joe lay on his bed that night, 'Keep your eyes on the prize' he kept telling himself. From the way he gages the girl, he could tell that it was definitely not going to be anything close to easy, but it was what made it fun. And he knows that in the end, he gets what he wants. He just ha to play his cards more carefully and be smarter in his net moves.

Just when he was getting sleepy, he decided to send her a message. He leached for the phone on his bedside table then typed:

Hey be there tomorrow

or be square. Haha. See

you. G'night.

He hit send. He knew it was typical, and a girl as difficult and different as this one probably would not fall for it, but hey, he is still a girl. They all want the same mushy things by the end of the day. It was, at the very least, worth the try.

Krisha got the message. Being the insomniac that she is, she was not even sleepy yet. She reached for the phone and opened the message. She just smirked at it, then flipped it close again, then tossed the phone back into her bed without bothering to reply. She spent the rest of the night playing games on her Macbook just to pass the time.

A/N: was it bad? I'm finishing up chapter 9, please r&r ) I'D STILL LIKE TO HEAR FROM YOU. Reviews make me ecstatic:) and I'm not fishing for just praises either, constructive crit and suggestions are very much welcome. I'm hoping to hear from you guys soon! Love love 3